Sunday, May 15, 2011

My Father's Bookshelf

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Growing up there was always a bookshelf or stack of books in every single room in the house. While both my parents loved reading, it was Dad who was the real bookworm. All four of us kids inherited that same book hunger (well, my brother a little less so - he's more like mom and is constantly on the move) and are pretty voracious readers. We all have our own niche interests and Dad is no different; his books are generally non-fiction history, military, religious, Japan-themed or political... though occasionally he'll surprise you.

While back in New England staying in my childhood home last month I started browsing some of Dad's titles and would pick some random book to read while I ate my breakfast. One morning I pulled out this little surprise:
Longfellow's complete poems circa 1915.

Apparently belonged to my grandmother.

What a gem.


ginger said...

Know what is awesome (but not as awesome as your family book)? I just picked up a 1903 copy of Longfellows complete works at an estate sale.

One said...

Gorgeous! I love it!

Anonymous said...

Oooooh, I love old books chock full of poetry! You are so lucky to have found that!!!